Prime suspect

"You don't have to do," her voice trembled suddenly, "that." Mickie's voice trailed off in a whimper. It had been a long time since any man had gone down on her, that she had nearly forgotten how good it could feel.

Sure there had been a few times her ex had taken a few licks to heat her up before assaulting her. Mentally she catalogued all the items in the shower, even as she knew he would not be using any of them on her. It took a while for her to enjoy his tongue as she finally let herself believe that he was about as unlike her ex as he could be, not only personally, but sexually.
 
David was enjoying this and he hoped Mickie as as well. His fingers continued to touch the outside of her slit, his finger wet from his spit as to not hurt her. His tongue teasing her clit until she was nice and wet for his fingers to enter inside her. He hooked his fingers as they slipped inside her very slowly, letting them explore the depth of her vaginal walls as he began to feel for her sensitive spot.
 
Fingers, other than her own it had been a Very long time since her ex had touched her. He felt, well she wouldn't dwell on the various objects that he had forced pleasure on her with. She now grew aroused at the sight of a glass beer bottle, a stupid uncontrollable learned response.

"O," she hadn't had a g-spot orgasm in ages, as her ex had felt some sort of sick delight in tormenting her clit while he filled her with random items.
 
David continued pleasure Mickie. His fingers going in and out of her, still hooking upward to give her more sensation. His teasing of her clit now seemed more like kissing, he loved her body, every little inch of it and her definition was all the more lovely. His fingers going in and out of her pussy wanting her to know that someone could actually please her in a loving way, wanting her to reach that point of pure ecstasy.
 
Mickie was scared at how quickly she was bonding to him, how easily he had slide inside and opened her up, intimately in a way that was beyond the sex. Though she had to admit that the sex was a large part of it, being able to give and take, without frustration anger or pain.

His large fingers were teasingly tender, and she wanted it harder, but she was unable to figure out how to express her need in a clear way. What she meant by harder might not be what he gave her. She was craving the feel of his cock inside her, knowing he was just as turned on as she was. She supposed it was because her boyfriend had often lacked a nice firm erection that she craved it now that she had the opportunity to have one.

She braced herself against the shower wall feeling the need for additional support as orgasm ripped through her, like a river damned for a long time suddenly released.
 
David wanted to give Mickie one last good release before stopping. He could feel her slipping slightly off the wall as he decided to take her leg and place it over his shoulder, giving her so that she wouldn't fall. It was now that his tongue began to taste her slit, he juices seeming to drip onto his tongue making him even more turned on as his fingers played with her. He knew she was close to another orgasm as so he was ready as his hand went in and out of her faster and faster while he began to suck on her clit wanting to reach that amazing peak once more.
 
'"Again?" it was half question half stunned statement that he was still between her legs. She had expected him to shift to fuck her after that great orgasm, but the second one was close. Life had thrown a lot of crap on her and he seemed like a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow after a hurricane of terror.

"Ooooooo, yes," she wasn't the type to cuss, but she was of half a mind to bless god as this beautiful man pulled pleasure through her body again.
 
Her voice gave away that she had already been through another orgasm. As much as David has enjoyed tasting her, he had to stop. He let his fingers out of her and raised back up to her, seeing the look of content in her eyes that he made with his playing of her. However it still seemed as if Mickie wanted more, he wasn't going to deny her of her urges, it would be rather rude to do so. he kissed her as he lifted her leg, knowing she would once again need him to keep her up during. It was then that he eased his cock inside her slit, he perfectly in her as he began to move his hips forward, giving her what had wanted.
 
"Yes," she moaned her hands reaching up along his arms to help hold herself up, feeling him move her leg over his hip. She couldn't recall the last time she'd had shower sex, much less enjoyed shower sex this much.

Kissing was such a natural part of him being inside her, she had forgotten what normal lovemaking felt like. It had been so long since she had felt normal, and she liked him even more for making her feel normal.

It seemed so inadequate to just thank him, but she did anyway, continually during and after.
 
As he continued to fuck her, his lips began to go to her neck kissing her ever so lovingly there as his hips kept thrusting inside her wet slit. In some way he wondered how someone could ever treat Mickie so badly. She was cute, lovely figure, beautiful breast, gorgeous eyes, part of him wished that he had met her before all this happened. Perhaps they could have know each other in a more personal level than just a sexual one. To what could have been he thought as he continued to press his cock in and out of her as the water fall over them, making her body sopping wet.
 
The thought that this relationship was confined to sexual bothered her only briefly, because she was enjoying the sex so much, she knew it would have to end eventually, his job, or this case, something would split them apart. But for now their was nothing between them but lust, skin on skin, body on body, pleasure being layered on pleasure.

"Fill me," she gasped her back arching, head tilting back exposing the vulnerable parts of her neck to his mouth as one languid heated orgasm melted her body.
 
He kept his pace up, fucking her over and over. His mouth returned back to her lips, his tongue slipping inside her mouth as he kept pumping his cock inside her pussy. He was so close to cumming inside her that it ached him. While he wanted more than just a physical relationship, he doubt Mickie wanted it. Her last last relationship probably ruined any chance of her finding someone she could trust, and part of that made him sad. He thought it would be nice to have the best of both words, a loving girlfriend who was always up for little fun. For now though, David took what he could get. In and out his shaft went his mind focused until finally he let himself go and came inside her, letting out a soft moan as he shivered from the feel of it all.
 
"Ahhhh," she echoed the cry of pleasure as she felt him fill her up, the act soothing sensual as if erasing a few of the painful thrusts of her past each time he spent himself inside her. She managed not to cry this time, or if she did the shower hid the feel of tears.

"Thank you," she whispered unable to express her gratitude for how he helped her feel more like a woman, a woman worth of more than what she had gotten in life.
 
David stopped the shower and led Mickie out. He gave her a towel to dry off on as he got himself one as well. He didn't quite know why, but part of him liked cumming inside, filling to the brim just seem to excite him as if it were this unspoken thing as if saying she was his, even though it wasn't really true. "You don't have to thank" he said to her as he looked into her eyes. "Truth be told, I really enjoyed doing that, you're very beautiful". There was no real reason to say that, but he figured giving some sort of a compliment would help break and tension they might have.
 
She propped herself up on the sink, "Then give me an opportunity to not thank you." She didn't know why she wanted him, perhaps a small part of her thought he only wanted her for sex, and her body wanted sex, so she might as well use it to her advantage. It was a odd relief to know her boyfriend would never touch her again. She also felt her window of opportunity with this man was slowly closing and she wanted to get as much healing as she could get before it closed.

Plus when their bodies were joined she was not thinking about finding her boyfriend dead.
 
David made his way to the bedroom to get dressed. He dressed casual, white shirt that hugged his chest and black jeans. He then went to check to his cell phone for any messages, until the coroner could determine a cause of death in Mickie's ex, he was at a dead end. He sighed, no word from the coroner however there was a sign of hope, apparently one of the other investigators made their way to Mickie's work to check on her alibi. It checked out, she had worked a double shift up until 9 pm, if she had killed her ex in some way, she'd have to be fast. "Looks like your alibi checks out Mickie" he said to himself, unsure if she even heard him.
 
She was a little surprised when he just walked away, perhaps she'd been too subtle, perhaps he was tiring of her already. She took the time to dry her hair and found her bag from earlier and put together an outfit that consisted of a t-shirt and shorts and panties. She didn't bother with a bra as her nipples were tender.

She was just about to ask if she could call into work, she didn't feel like going to work.
 
David saw Mickie come in, she looked good in her little outfit. He showed her the phone indicating her of the new he just got. "Look like everything is coming together." he said "I just got a message, you boss says you had a double shift, didn't leave until 9, so far so good I suppose. All we need is to find out which street you took and we can take you as a suspect".
 
"Do you have a map? I don't feel like driving." She found a place to sit, feeling a bit chill all by herself. His place had the look of a perpetual bacheleor, she doubted any woman had spent more than a few nights here, if they spent the night at all.
 
"Just a minute" He got his laptop by his night stand and began to power it on. He usually used it to write down his case reports and search for various related topic. Once we was online he went to Google map and typed in the address of Mickie's work. The screen showed a traffic feed of the whole street. He showed Mickie the screen "Alright, show what path you took."
 
She snuggled up closer to him and increased the map so it showed her work and her home. It had been such a terrible night, but she drew on her sharp memory and traced her route lightly, pausing to concentrate. "That street was dug up, so I took the long way around." She pointed out the winding route she had taken, patiently waiting for him to write down her turns.
 
David looked and her path. Mickie had taken a rather long way back to her home, driving by a neighborhood, as well as stopping at a number of lights. That exactly what he was looking for. Mickie had taken 5th street, the traffic lights there had cameras to catch people who ran red lights, it would take pictures every time someone would pass it regardless. Her license plate number was already taken down so all he'd had have to do was call it in and see where she was at the time. "Well Mickie so far it looks like you'll might get off the hook" he said to her.
 
"I kind of like being on your hook," she snuggled her head against his shoulder, there was something reassuring about his physical presence, and were she thinking clearly she would have realized she was in a fragile emotional state and that as much as chemistry was driving her to have sex with him.
 
David laughed a bit at her comment. "Wow..." he replied "that was... really bad". He didn't anything by it, but it reminded him of those bad line that guys would use in club, none of them any good and a girl would have to be hammered to fall for them. Regardless he liked her laying against his chest, feeling her against him almost felt right as if it were something he was missing from his life. "Mickie..." he said as he looked at her "would mind telling me about herself". Chances are she probably had zero interest in talking about herself, but David did was some insight on the woman he was sleeping with.
 
"What would you like to know?" she knew it had been an odd comment, but she had just felt compelled to make the joke. She felt safe inside these walls with this man and was in no rush to leave them, or him for any reason.

"What about you Detective?"
 
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